impatience
then every time I rise
hopeful
© Rachel Green September 2026
Sir, sir!
Where are your five bodies?
Outside? Hanging in a tree?
Admit it, you charlatan!
Do you have even a feather
of the supernatural in your system?
Have you?
Some of my relations are dead, I think,
You think?
That is to say, I have connections...
Connections?
With pickpockets, perhaps,
and spurious dealers of unusual wares
such as the demons who reside
in their colourless winter hovels.
© Rachel Green September 2026
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